“Yes!”I gasp.
The cool wood of the desk in Sullivan’s home office is a refreshing shot to my flushed cheek as he holds me in place with a hand on the back of my neck, bent over for him as he thrusts into me from behind.
“Fuck, Baby. You just came again, didn’t you?”
I whimper.
“Good girl,” he groans.
The telling swell of his cock draws a happy murmur from me as his movements speed up.
“Fuck, Tate,” he growls, coming hard, his fingers tightening on the back of my neck.
He thrusts a few more times, emptying all he has, before dropping his heaving body over mine and replacing his hand with tender kisses against the top of my spine.
“I can’t keep my hands off you,” he breathes.
“That’s good, because I don’t want you to.”
He kisses me again, a rumble of amusement vibrating through his lips and over my skin.
This is how it’s been for the past couple of weeks. I’ve slepthere every night apart from weekends, wanting to make sure I spend time with my father. But he’d just chuckled and told me to enjoy myself with my new mystery man. He and Larry have taken to eating together and watching some new detective series together each night. So I believe him when he says he’s fine with me being around less.
Only Ashley knows it’s Sullivan I’m seeing. And I don’t think his family knows about me, either. He’s never mentioned telling them or talked about me meeting them. Perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself. It’s only been a couple of weeks. But him opening up about Molly choosing me made me think maybe he saw whatever this is between us as something serious. Something with a future.
But he hasn’t mentioned anything like that again since. And as wonderful as things are when we’re together at his place, it stops when I step outside into the real world.
Sullivan behind closed doors is attentive and passionate.
Sullivan Beaufort in public is the ruthless billionaire whose scowl is as sharp as his specially tailored suits.
He pulls out of me, smoothing my panties into place and zipping up his pants. Molly went to bed a little while ago and Sullivan needed to finish some work in his office. I’d only come in to see if he wanted a drink.
Somehow that quickly turned into getting fucked over his desk.
I stand and slide my skirt down. Sullivan pulls me to him by a gentle hold on my hips.
“I’ll be done soon.” He kisses me softly. “Why don’t you go and play for a bit?”
“Okay,” I agree, kissing him back.
I head out into the living area and take a seat at the piano. I lose track of time as I play, working on a new song. It’s only the sight of Sullivan’s bare feet coming to a standstill beside the piano that alerts me to no longer being alone.
“What are those?” I grin.
“Sweatpants. I do casual.” He shoves his hands into the pockets of the black pants and arches a challenging brow at me.
I run my gaze all the way up his torso, over every dip and groove of taut, muscular skin, and over the dark smattering of silky hair on his broad chest.
“You know I don’t mean the sweatpants.”
“No?” His gaze heats before I look back at his feet.
“Pink glitter suits you,” I say, admiring his bright toenails that Barbie would envy.
“Thank you,” he rumbles.
“When did she do them?”
